I let her, trying not to feel disappointed, but her hands are reaching for her pants. She lowers them to the ground, and I reach for her dress. At her nod, I rip it up over her head and toss it clear across the room. Callie giggles and then shrieks as I pick her up and lay her on the bed.
Tenderly, I brush her hair from her face. “How do you want me?”
She squirms beneath me. “I… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? What’s your favorite position?”
“I don’t know,” she says with a hint of raw honesty.
"You don't know? Then, we're going to have to experiment to find out." I tap a finger against my cheek and try to ignore my cock that feels like it's about to explode. "Have you ever been on top?"
“Yes.”
“Do you like it?”
“It… I haven’t enjoyed it.”
“No? Why not?”
“I just… It didn’t feel right.”
“Why not? Was it with a…” I scowl.
“No,” she says quickly. “Not… Not here.”
I narrow my eyes.
She shifts away from me, clearly growing uncomfortable.
I gently rest my hands on her shoulder. “We don’t have to. I can leave.”
“No,” she says softly. “I… I want this. I do. I just…” She bites her lower lip.
“We can do a different position,” I offer.
“No, no. I want… We can try it.”
“If you don’t like it or if it hurts or anything, please tell me.”
She offers me a shy smile. “It’s said that a lot of women prefer to be on top because we’re in control. I should be able to make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
“I want it to not just not hurt.” I grimace. “Does that make sense? I want it to be pleasurable—”
Callie puts a finger to my lips to hush me. “I know what you mean,” she murmurs.
She pushes me to lie down on the bed, and I comply willingly. My cock is begging for attention, but she doesn’t go to my cock at first, just fidgeting, getting her knees and legs alongside my body, and I take a chance and touch her nipples.
Her jerk is expected, and I withdraw, but she pushes out her chest and nods, and I go back to playing. Then, I lean upward and capture a nipple into my mouth.
Her gasp has my cock even harder, and some precum oozes out. She rubs against me, and I can feel her wetness. She hasn’t even touched herself, and she’s already wet. A good sign. A very good sign.
Still, I slip a hand between us and touch her. She pushes her boob against my face more, and I suck harder. At the same moment, I ease a finger and then another into her. She doesn’t tense up but relaxes immediately, and I grin against her nipple.
She rises up and down on my fingers, and I swear, I’m about to have one of my balls explode if she doesn’t start to ride me. She’s far wetter than she had been the first time, and the scent of her arousal is enough to drive me insane.
Callie giggles some. “Are you ready?”
I nod. “Yes.”
I’m almost panting. Seriously? How can she have this much control over me?
She reaches down and moves my hand aside before guiding my cock inside her. Slowly, she eases herself onto me but not quite as slowly as I had the first time. Once she has me fully entered into her warm, tight hole, she squirms a bit, moving her hips from side to side, and I gasp at the all-encompassing feeling rushing over me.
With great care, she rises up and then down, her eyes firmly fixed on me. I nod to encourage her, and she moves a little faster. My hands settle on her hips.
“You control this,” I murmur. “Move as fast or as slow as you like.”
“Hush,” she scolds, swatting me playfully before leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. Her boobs bounce as she sits back up again.
When she tries to increase the tempo, she loses balance and falls forward. Her hands on my chest break her fall, and I grab one of her wrists.
“Use me for balance,” I murmur.
Callie does just that, riding me harder, faster, pressing down on me to the point that it’s making it hard for me to breathe, but I don’t care. Both hands are back on her hips again, my grip tightening, urging her to go on, to take from me what she needs.
Her back arches, and she throws her head back. Her neck is so graceful, and I don’t know how much more I can take.
“Are you… Are you close?” I ask through gritted teeth, needing her to be, fighting to hold back in case she isn’t.
“I… I… I think so,” she murmurs.
Thinks so? Ovian, that’s not good enough for me.
My hands shift up to her nipples, to tease them, but her expression doesn’t change any. It’s not enough.
A little baffled, I reach around and grab her ass, squeezing, loving her plump, tight ass.
One of her hands goes to her nipple, but her other hand slides down to near where I’m inside her. She rubs a spot for a moment before peeking an eye open and staring at me.
I move my fingers to take over the spot, and almost immediately, I can feel her walls tighten around my cock. I rub harder, and she twitches. Quickly, I glance up at her, but her head is thrown back, her expression one of wonder, and I keep on rubbing. Her walls collapse around me, and the force of her orgasm almost pushes me out of her as she milks my cock, forcing me to ejaculate so hard that spots dance in my vision.
With a strangled cry, Callie stops riding me. Her eyes flutter open, and she groans softly as she pulls away and lays beside me, her head on my chest.
“What do you think about being on top now?” I ask as I stroke her back.
“I think… I think it might be a decent position after all.”
I just shake my
